I cannot figure out the directions on Word Press to changing my credit card number so I’ll be waiting for my assistant to return and go through the maze for me,

Nan

Open Link Night?

What a fright!

What view of the world

Shall now be unfurledl?

Leaves going brown

all over town?  But no

romp in the soup

nor  poop in the sloop.

(Word salad is a symptom,

did you know?)

It’s a  chance to SHOW

what we think best

but this won’t suffice

’cause I can’t entice

the words to flow right.

Tonight.

Sorry isn’t half

of it.

I don’t blame Blenza

for saying my URL

MUST begin with

'http://http://&#39

that’s fine.

PUNISHMENT FOR THE COMPULSIVE COLLECTOR

Or,

STUFF

There comes a time in the life

of a long-lived hoarder that

what came in now goes out.

Family should want it  andcherish it and organize and

archive it— that’s it! Archive!

It’s someone else’s life, though, and

will moulder with their own stuff.;

their very own precious  stuff.

Grandma called her china her

“heart’s blood.” –That’s what my letters

and sqiggles and  sentimental

cachets are, “stuff.”  Old photos

tug at  heart–strings, like echoes

of old hymns.  Would it have been

better to let these relics sift

through our fingers at the time?

Much too late, hoarder!  Now kiss

them goodbye and try to smile..                                                                               Nan